


the feels on the bus (go round and round)

by hakyeonni



Category: VIXX
Genre: Fluff, Fluff without Plot, M/M, bus driver au, hakyeon's hot and wears a suit, jaehwan's really shy, that's about it
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2018-09-27
Updated: 2018-09-27
Packaged: 2019-07-18 07:11:53
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,741
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16113428
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/hakyeonni/pseuds/hakyeonni
Summary: jaehwan's a seoul city bus driver who's only a little bit in love with one of his regular passengers.





	the feels on the bus (go round and round)

I.

 

Jaehwan’s first day on the new route is going terribly right up until the hottest man he’s ever seen steps on his bus.

It’s a rainy morning, and not the kind of nice, reassuring rain, either; it’s just grey drizzle, grey road, grey footpath, grey suits of the passengers. It suits his mood. He hadn’t wanted to be reassigned routes—he’d gotten too used to his old one—but there was a reshuffling in the department and now here he is. It’s not even the same kind of bus; he keeps missing the button for the windscreen wipers and flashing his headlights at unsuspecting traffic. People keep slipping and sliding whenever he brakes, the traffic in this part of town is absolutely awful, but every single one of his worries floats away when the man steps on the bus.

Their eyes meet, and while Jaehwan’s sure he looks like an idiot—his old route never had hot men in sharp suits and glasses staring at him like this—the stranger just gives him a cursory once-over, a small smile, and then he’s gone, moving down the back of the bus.

Suddenly, the new route doesn’t seem so bad.

//

He doesn’t say anything—because that would be creepy, and Jaehwan is many things but creepy isn’t one of them—and he deliberately doesn’t pay attention to where the man gets off, because, again, creepy. He only notices when he looks up some time later and the bus is empty, and sighs wistfully, because of course it’s the universe’s way to give him someone hot to stare at and make them completely unavailable to hit on.

The rain doesn’t abate until his shift is over and he’s on his way back to the depot, and even so the day is still miserable and overcast. As he’s stopped at a light, his phone—nestled in the spot on the windowsill seemingly made for this purpose—lights up with a message from Hongbin: _how’s the new route? gna quit yet? :p_

He has just enough time to fire back a _no fuck u_ before the light goes green, and locks the phone and drives off, grinning. He’s only got this job in the first place because of an inane conversation with Hongbin when they were on a bus just like this one, being flung back and forth thanks to the driver’s atrocious braking. Jaehwan had muttered under his breath about the driver getting his licence in a fucking cereal box, Hongbin had overheard and elbowed him and said like _he_ could do better, and Jaehwan’d just said fine, I will. That had been that. He’d applied online the next day, fueled more out of a desire to prove Hongbin wrong rather than any real desire to be a bus driver, and had got the job within a week. Now he’s here he finds he actually doesn’t mind it. It beats working in a company, like all his other friends do, and at least here he doesn’t have to talk to anyone and can listen to music.

The hot guy on the new route is just a bonus, of course, even though he tells himself it was probably a one-off, a coincidence, that he’ll never see him again.

 

II.

 

In fact, Jaehwan sees him the very next day.

His schedule is like this: every day he switches from the morning shift to the evening shift consecutively. It’s a Tuesday, so he’s on the evening shift, and it’s around eight in the evening when he pulls up at a stop and open the doors and the man gets on.

This time, they stare at each other openly. The man has tapped his card and hesitates for just a moment longer, his lips parting like he wants to say something—Jaehwan’s heart speeds up, his fingers tightening around the wheel—before the old lady behind him elbows him in the back and barks for him to move. He does, but not without shooting Jaehwan a small smile.

As Jaehwan drives, he tries not to look in the mirror above his head to stare at the man—he really, really doesn’t want to be creepy. He allows himself one glance at a red light and looks away instantly when he realises the man is watching him through the mirror, too, a smirk on his features.

Fuck. He’s _so_ gone.

 

III.

 

They soon settle into a routine.

Every morning—or rather every morning that Jaehwan works, so every second morning—the man gets on the bus near the Buddhist temple up a long hill and gets off at the big train station in the middle of town. Every second evening, he gets on the bus at the same stop, and gets off near the Buddhist temple again. Jaehwan would rather die than initiate conversation so he never does, not even when the man starts saying “hi!” every time he hops on—all he can do is nod and smile. It’s stupid, anyway, to have the hots for a stranger he knows nothing about, but perhaps that’s part of the thrill. It’s been months since he even kissed anyone and his imagination has always been overactive, which is probably why he finds himself daydreaming about the man whenever his mind wanders at long red lights. Maybe he works in a company? Or maybe he’s something totally ridiculous, like a spy gathering intel. Maybe he’s—

The light goes green and Jaehwan shifts back into first gear, running a cursory hand over his hair because the next stop is the man’s and he doesn’t want to look like a total mess. Even though it really doesn’t matter, he tells himself, because he’s _not hitting on passengers_ (even though said passenger is the most beautiful man he’s ever seen, hotter even than Hongbin, which Jaehwan didn’t think possible). He just wants to look nice, is all, even if this uniform—a starched white long sleeved shirt (that he often wears with the sleeves rolled up) and black pants—isn’t exactly fashion-forward.

He pulls up at the stop and opens the door, and just like always, the man bounds up the stairs with enthusiasm, even though it’s eight at night and his enthusiasm is really sort of misplaced. He gives Jaehwan his usual big smile, pushes his glasses up his nose, says, “Hey!”, reaches in his pocket for his card, and freezes.

It’s almost comical to watch him start to pat himself down in search of it. He moves so he’s standing out of the way of the other passengers, and Jaehwan watches in the mirror as he turns his pockets inside out and then reaches for his backpack. “Um,” Jaehwan says, and the man’s head snaps up. “It’s fine! Just hop on.”

It’s the first thing he’s ever said to this stranger, he realises, and he really shouldn’t be helping him fare-dodge but also couldn’t care less, especially when the man offers him an even wider smile. He sort of feels like he might keel over, actually. Thank god he has the steering wheel to prop him up. “Really?”

“Yeah. It’s fine.”

“Thanks!” The man nods at him before he swings himself into the front seat to Jaehwan’s right, and Jaehwan closes the doors and drives away.

//

 _I talked 2 him i want 2 die_ , he texts to Hongbin at the next red light, surreptitiously under his leg since the bus is packed and he’s got passengers standing right near him.

 _!!!!!!! progress!!!! soon u’ll be gettin married_ , Hongbin replies, and Jaehwan resists the urge to fling his phone out the door.

 

IV.

 

The next morning, the man steps on the bus and brandishes his card at Jaehwan. “I brought it this time!” he says, and taps it with a flourish.

Jaehwan actually forgets how to form words. He forgets what words even _are_. All he can do is gape like a fish, because how the hell a grown man can be simultaneously hot _and_ cute is beyond him, and it’s not until the man is halfway down the aisle that he can gather himself enough to reply. “Good job,” he calls, and watches in the mirror as the man nearly trips over his own feet in surprise.

 

V.

 

One evening Jaehwan’s on his tenth loop up near the Buddhist temple when he realises the man has fallen asleep. He’s the only passenger on the bus, in fact; Jaehwan keeps glancing at him in the mirror because there’s no one around to see. He doesn’t bother disturbing the man—mainly because he doesn’t know what to say—and so just keeps driving, cursing himself under his breath for being so terrified of beautiful men. He is, as Hongbin likes to say, the epitome of a panicked gay, but even though he can recognise that he still has no idea what to do about it. There’s not exactly a rule in the Seodaemun-gu Bus Driver Employee Handbook that says _don’t flirt with your hot passengers_ , but Jaehwan’s pretty sure it’s not exactly encouraged, either. All he can do is sit and stew in his idiotic crush on a stranger and kick himself for falling for people so easily.

By the time an hour’s passed, he figures he really should wake him up. He pulls over at a bus stop, flicks on the hazard lights, and lets himself out of his seat. “Hey?” he says, quietly as he approaches the man, because he doesn’t want to frighten him. “Um, you need to wake up now?”

The man doesn’t even blink.

“Excuse me? Sir—”Jaehwan reaches out and ever-so-gently touches the man on the shoulder. “Wakey wakey. Come on.”

The man opens his eyes and blinks at Jaehwan once, twice, before he smiles and stretches. “I fell asleep, did I?”

“Yeah.” Jaehwan steps back and folds his arms over his chest, ignoring the way the man’s dress shirt rises up as he leans back, his heart racing. “I thought I’d better wake you up, because I’m, um, I’m about to go back to the depot soon. After the next loop.”

“Thanks for that.” The man nods at him, and Jaehwan turns to get back in his seat but is stopped by the man grabbing his wrist—the skin contact nearly makes him leap through the roof, and he turns, eyes wide. “Hey, I see you driving this route a lot! What’s your name?”

“I’m—” Jaehwan stutters, his tongue tied in knots. “I’m Jaehwan.”

“Nice to meet you, Jaehwan,” the man replies, and before Jaehwan can react his grip changes so they’re shaking hands. “I’m Hakyeon.”

“Hakyeon,” Jaehwan repeats, and then does his best approximation of a smile. The man’s hand is smooth, his skin soft and warm, and all his blood is rushing to his head. “Nice to meet you.”

They sit in silence for the rest of their way around the loop, but when Jaehwan pulls up at Hakyeon’s stop and opens the back door, Hakyeon traipses all the way up to the front door instead. “Thanks again for waking me up,” he says, and smiles. “See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Jaehwan replies, and this time his smile has a bit more substance. “See you tomorrow.”

 

VI.

 

Once Jaehwan has settled into his new route—and has gotten a chance to chat with some of the other local drivers at the depot, who start off looking at him suspiciously but soon grow to like him once he brings them coffee from the convenience store—he soon starts to grow lax with caring about things. His route is small—it probably takes him half an hour to complete it in total—and mostly caters to people who live in the neighbourhood around the Buddhist temple and students from the nearby university. As such, no one really raises an eyebrow when he starts listening to his music with his phone plugged into the radio, or spends hours on the phone with Hongbin, murmuring into his earphones.

He’s doing exactly that one drizzly evening as he turns into the huge road leading to the train station. Through his headphones, he can hear the reassuring click of Hongbin’s keyboard and can picture him easily: sitting at his desk playing Overwatch, eyes glued to the screen. They’d started living together out of convenience in university and neither of them had bothered to move out; it means Jaehwan has to deal with Hongbin’s gaming, but it also means Hongbin has to deal with Jaehwan blasting Childish Gambino at all hours. It seems to work for them.

“Is HG on the bus?” Hongbin says around a mouthful of what is no doubt potato chips—sure enough Jaehwan hears the crinkling of a packet in the background.

HG—Hot Guy, because Hongbin is shameless and awful—is the nickname they came up with Hakyeon, before Jaehwan knew his name, and it’s just sort of stuck. “Nah. He didn’t get on tonight.”

“Damn. Hey, if I come and ride the bus with you one night, will you let me ride it for free?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s against company policy—”

“Since when have you given a shit about company policy!”

“I’m just _saying_ ,” Jaehwan sniffs. “I mean, you’re welcome to come and sit with me as I drive pointless loops. But you’d go crazy in two seconds. You’d probably start annoying the legitimate passengers—”

“If I’m on the bus I _am_ a legitimate passenger—”

“Not if you haven’t paid!”

Hongbin’s cackling into his ear and saying something, but Jaehwan’s not really paying attention, because as he pulls up to the stop and opens the door Hakyeon ascends the stairs and smiles. “Hey, Jaehwan,” he says, and taps his card and moves down the bus before Jaehwan can even reply.

“Wait,” Hongbin says in Jaehwan’s ear as he drives off, “was that him? Was that the one and only HG?”

“Shut up.”

“Oh my god, it _was_ him.” Hongbin actually sounds more excited than Jaehwan is. “He has a nice voice, dude. Go say hi!”

“While I’m driving the fucking bus?”

“Yes. Don’t they have self-driving technology now?”

They bicker good-naturedly for the next half hour, Jaehwan murmuring under his breath so the other passengers don’t hear, and when he pulls up to Hakyeon’s stop he suddenly realises Hakyeon is standing next to the driver’s cubicle, looking down at him with a big grin on his face.

“I’m pretty sure you’re not allowed to be doing that,” he scolds, wagging his finger. Jaehwan’s blood runs cold for a second, and Hakyeon must see it on his face, because he stops wagging his finger and instead his hand twitches towards Jaehwan like he wants to touch. “I’m joking, Jaehwan! Who are you talking to? Wait—” He takes a step back. “Too nosy. Sorry.”

It’s hard to form words when his brain is just saying _uhhhhhhhhh_ , very loudly, and when Hongbin is yelling in his ears, but Jaehwan manages. “My roommate. He, uh, says hello.”

And then Jaehwan thinks he might just die, maybe, because Hakyeon leans in close, closer, close enough for the mic to pick him up clearly, close enough for Jaehwan to see his perfect skin and smell his shampoo and watch as his eyelashes fan against his cheek when he blinks. “Hello, roommate,” he says into the mic, and then pulls back before Jaehwan can even comprehend what just happened. “See you later, Jaehwan!”

“Uhhhh,” is all Jaehwan says, staring after him as he steps off the bus with a wave.

 

VII.

 

They continue like that for a while, chatting every so often, slowly building a rapport. The more they talk the more Jaehwan comes out of his shell, and although his tongue still ties itself in knots sometimes when he catches glances of Hakyeon in the bus mirror, he’s getting better with holding up conversations. It gets to the point where Jaehwan actually gets disappointed when Hakyeon doesn’t get on the bus when he normally does, which he knows is stupid and also knows it means he’s in way too deep, but he doesn’t know what to do about it besides requesting a new route. He’d do it, but he’s kind of attached to this route, now, to the regulars apart from Hakyeon who recognise him and smile at him, to the roads he drives. He even has his favourite buses in the fleet—something so nerdy Hongbin had teased him for days straight when he’d found out about it—and knows all the quirks of them.

So far he’s found out that Hakyeon is two years older than him and works, funnily enough, for the railway company—albeit in an office, although they’d both laughed at how funny it would have been if he was a train driver. They went to the same university but missed each other by a few years, and they actually have some mutual acquaintances in common, much to their amusement. If Jaehwan believed in such things he’d say it was fate, but he doesn’t, so he keeps those thoughts to himself.

One evening Hakyeon doesn’t get on the bus at his usual time. Instead he staggers on hours later, when Jaehwan’s on his last few loops, and the moment he does Jaehwan realises he’s drunk. “Hey,” he says, and snorts as Hakyeon drops his card and spends a long few seconds attempting to pick it up. “Company dinner, was it?”

“Yep,” Hakyeon slurs, tapping his card before sitting heavily in the front seat, off to Jaehwan’s right. “Boss made me drink… a lot.”

Jaehwan raises an eyebrow as he smoothly pulls away. They’re the only two people on the bus, so he’s not particularly worried about being overheard as he turns his music down to say, “I mean, I’m pretty sure we’re always hiring, and I’ve never been to a company dinner…”

Hakyeon just groans and slumps over dramatically. “You think I can drive? That’s why I catch the bus!”

“And here I was thinking it was for the pleasure of my company,” Jaehwan shoots back, and then gulps. It’s the sort of playful thing he’d say to Hongbin without really meaning it, but with Hakyeon he sort of _does_ mean it.

But Hakyeon just looks at him through the mirror, a slow smile spreading across his features, and nods slowly. “That too,” he sing-songs, and Jaehwan’s heart starts thudding faster.

As it turns out, Hakyeon while drunk is even chattier than Hakyeon while sober. Jaehwan’s happy to sit and listen to him talk, interjecting here and there; his voice is weirdly soothing and Jaehwan relaxes as he drives. Just like Jaehwan, Hakyeon is the baby of the family, and just like Jaehwan he has weird hobbies—for Jaehwan it’s birdwatching, and for Hakyeon candle making. The more he hears the more Jaehwan’s heart starts beating faster, because it could be stupid, it probably _is_ stupid, but all these coincidences have to mean something. Surely?

Or is he just reading too much into it?

“I hate to interrupt,” he says, as he pulls up and opens the door, “but this is your stop.”

Hakyeon sits up to look out the window, and then slumps back down and shakes his head. “I’m not getting off.” Upon seeing Jaehwan’s quizzical look, he just shrugs. “Go on. Keep driving.”

So Jaehwan does, because he’d drive off a cliff if Hakyeon told him to, at this point, but also because he has a schedule to keep to even if the bus is empty. Chatting to Hakyeon is easy, easier than he’d thought it could be, and even when he’s swearing at idiotic taxi drivers he’s doing so while smiling because Hakyeon’s egging him on.

“So how fast can this thing go?” Hakyeon asks when they’re at the top of the hill near the temple, a few loops later. He’s apparently given up on sitting and is instead standing near the front door, hanging on to the handles on the wall as Jaehwan guns it over speed bumps.

“Um, they’re limited, I think.” Jaehwan swings the bus around and flicks open the doors as they sail past the stop—not that there’s anyone standing there, but for some odd reason it’s policy. “I think a hundred k’s, tops. But I’ve never tested it. Obviously.”

“Can you?”

Jaehwan snorts as he lets the bus roll down the hill. “Now? God, no. I don’t want to get fired.”

“That’d be some Bonnie and Clyde shit,” Hakyeon sighs dramatically. “Where’s my Clyde to come and sweep me off my feet in a big green bus?”

Hakyeon’s drunk, which means he’s talking nonsense, which must be why he’s talking about a man sweeping him off his feet and looking at Jaehwan surreptitiously—or not surreptitiously at all. Jaehwan doesn’t really know how to respond to him, actually, since he doesn’t know if Hakyeon’s joking or being serious; even if he _was_ being serious, what the hell could he say? In lieu of answering he pulls up at Hakyeon’s stop and opens the front door, gesturing at it with a smile. “This is your stop. I have to go back to the depot now. This was the last bus.”

“Oh.” Taking a step closer, Hakyeon hangs over the edge of the driver vestibule, his face alarmingly close to Jaehwan’s yet again. Not that Jaehwan minds. His fingers itch to push Hakyeon’s glasses up his face for him, but he doesn’t move. “But I don’t want to.”

This last part he whines, and Jaehwan’s eyes widen. “I mean, you could sleep at the depot, if you wanted. It’s pretty spooky.”

“I’ll pass. Do you live around here?”

He only hesitates for a second before nodding. “On the other side of the university campus. Within a walking distance to the depot, thank god.”

“We’re neighbourhood friends, then,” Hakyeon replies, and smiles before he reaches out and tousles Jaehwan’s hair. It’s a bit too affectionate to be ruffling, and a bit too rough to say he’s running his fingers through it, but Jaehwan stiffens regardless. “See you later, Jaehwanie.”

“Uh,” Jaehwan croaks as Hakyeon turns to go. “See you later.”

He returns Hakyeon’s wave as he drives off, his heart beating out of his damn chest.

 

VIII.

 

Hongbin, unlike Jaehwan, is not a coward, and so at Hongbin’s insistence he’d gone out to the nearest convenience store on the way to work and bought a hangover drink. He stashes it beside his knee in the little cubicle underneath his radio, his heart pounding through his whole body even though he knows he’s being stupid, and he waits. It’s just a fucking hangover drink. It doesn’t mean anything. But it kind of does, and so when he pulls up at Hakyeon’s stop and Hakyeon trudges on—with a definite lack of enthusiasm—he reaches down and pulls it out with his heart in his mouth.

“This is for you,” he says, and pushes it into Hakyeon’s hands. “I thought you might need it after last night.”

Hakyeon stares at it for a long while before he starts smiling, a proper smile that reaches his eyes, and Jaehwan can barely believe his eyes—Hakyeon is _blushing_. “Thanks, Jaehwan,” he murmurs, and moves to the side so the passengers beside him can get on. “I wasn’t too embarrassing last night, was I?”

Actually Hakyeon was at his best uninhibited, his tie loosened and his hair messy, but Jaehwan isn't about to tell him that. Instead he just smiles and shakes his head as he pulls away from the kerb. “You were cute,” he says, distracted by a taxi sailing past, and then realises what he’s said. “I mean—you were fine.”

“Uh huh,” Hakyeon replies, but his eyes are sparkling.

 

IX.

 

Hakyeon misses the bus three days in a row, and when he finally gets on he greets Jaehwan with a measured smile. “Hi,” he says, coolly, and sails past before Jaehwan can greet him.

 _fuck ive fucked up somehow,_ Jaehwan texts to Hongbin at a red light. _HG is back but hes acting like hes mad at me :c_

_talk 2 him?_

_its a crowded bus binnie i doubt hed appreciate me yelling at him HEY LOML WHATS WRONG_

_love of my life?_

_shut up u kno what i meant_

As it turns out, Hakyeon doesn’t get off at his usual stop. He sits on the bus for hours, until the morning rush ceases, and when the bus is empty he makes his way up to the front. Jaehwan thinks he might actually die. What could he have done to make Hakyeon so angry at him? He didn’t _think_ he was inappropriate at any point, but still—

“Jaehwan,” Hakyeon murmurs, and touches him on the shoulder. “I wanted… to ask you something.”

His first instinct is to launch himself through the windscreen, which he of course doesn’t do. Instead he just turns to Hakyeon, and the fear must read on his face because Hakyeon’s eyes widen. “Um, you okay? You look kind of—ill.”

“Fine,” he says through gritted teeth. “What did you want to ask?”

Hakyeon looks out the windscreen. He looks down at his feet. He looks everywhere but at Jaehwan, and when he’s looking at the ceiling, he finally says it. “I was wondering if—if maybe you wanted to, I don’t know, go on a date sometime?” When Jaehwan doesn’t reply, he starts fidgeting with his cufflinks. “If I misread the situation, I apologise, I just thought—”

“Hakyeon,” Jaehwan blurts, reaching out to grab Hakyeon’s hand and sagging with the relief coursing through his body. “I’d love to.”

“I really thought you’d say no,” Hakyeon whispers, but he squeezes Jaehwan’s hand back and pushes his glasses up his nose with his other hand. “Awesome.”

They both just sort of look at each other dopily, still holding hands, and when a car behind them beeps—they’ve been at a light this entire time—Jaehwan blushes and slams down the accelerator with such force Hakyeon nearly falls over. “Shit, sorry—”

But Hakyeon’s laughing as he sits down, and Jaehwan joins in too.

 

X.

 

He pulls in a favour with one of the other drivers at the depot and rocks up to Hakyeon’s house for their date in a little green village minibus, different to the big ones he usually drives. Hakyeon stands there, stupefied, as Jaehwan opens the door and waves for him to get in. “You wanted a Clyde to sweep you off your feet in a big green bus, right?” he says as Hakyeon steps on board, jaw still dropped. “Here I am.”

“Did you really,” Hakyeon says, clambering over the ticket machine to flop in the front seat, “steal a fucking bus for our date?”

“I mean, it’s not stealing if I’m going to give it back.” Jaehwan puts the bus in gear and drives off, but he can’t wipe the smile from his face. “But yeah. I did.”

“That’s the nerdiest thing in the whole entire world,” Hakyeon breathes, and Jaehwan can properly appreciate him when he’s not wearing a suit—in an oversized t-shirt and jeans he looks even more pretty. “I love it. Where are we going?”

“Where do you want to go?”

They do end up testing the bus’s speed limit, actually; they get up to 90 kilometres per hour on one of the bridges across the river, whooping and hollering and singing along to Jaehwan’s music as they go. Jaehwan pulls up in front of a coffee shop and parks the bus there and they sit and watch as the residents walk past and do a double take before looking around for the driver. They drive to a lookout and wander around, talking, and as they’re about to get back on Hakyeon pulls Jaehwan in to kiss him.

“So,” Jaehwan says, idling in front of Hakyeon’s house hours later. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, I did,” Hakyeon says, and leans in to kiss Jaehwan again, smiling against his lips. “But you know the best part?”

“What?”

“I’ll get to see you tomorrow on the way to work,” he laughs, and slides out of his seat. “Thanks for the great date, Jaehwanie. I’m eager to see how you one-up yourself on the second one.”

Jaehwan smiles the whole way back to the depot, and finds that he can’t wait to get home, if only so he can get to work tomorrow that much faster.

**Author's Note:**

> me, writing g rated fluff? i dont know who i am anymore lmao
> 
> this is shamelessly based on and inspired by a real-life bus i catch every other day or so, but none of the drivers are jaehwan-hot, sadly. i just thought 'what if they were?' and my brain took it from there. and yes, (some) bus drivers in seoul really do play music (loudly) and talk on the phone, especially if it's late at night LMAO also shout out to k for the best title in the history of titles
> 
> i wrote this to cheer myself up, and i hope it put a smile on your face too ♡


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